When will you be mine?: Characters' Description.

Okkk, so I've never done this before. Yarb ysa3dkm blt5ayol<3

Basma:

High cheek bones, naturally tanned, light-brown colored eyes, wide round eyes, long thick lashes, very black hair chopped off hair, thin pale pink lips, thin long nose, and  160 CMs tall, healthy body with prominent collar bones.

Abdulaziz:

(Typical-5aleeji guy.) 190 CMs tall, dirty beard, very short dark chocolate colored hair, 7n6iii, he has one dimple, and muscled guy. 

Lama:

Long curly dark caramel colored hair, almond shaped hazel colored eyes, very thin, 155 CMs tall, full pink pouty lips, with white skin and naturally curled lashes.

Alia: 

Medium length dark chocolate straight hair, wide black eyes, she has a thin upper lip and a full lower one, w 7n6awiya.

If there are more characters I'll try describing them in further chapters!

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When will you be mine?: Chapter1

Here's the first chapter ;)<3

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I curled the last lock of hair I had in my hand to perfection. For the first time in forever, I actually care about the way I looked, and I knew it had something to do with a certain guy that I always catch looking at me. The connecting door between my room and my parents' room was opened by my mom. I lifted my eyebrow as if to say 'what?'

Mom: Basma, bt6l3en?

Basma: ee, mama.

Mom: bes ya mama ma k2n elwgt t25r shwy 3la il6l3a l7alk?

I looked down at my watch and saw that it said 10:58 PM. It was a little later than usual for me to be out by myself with my friends, but I had to go. I needed to see him. I shook my head to clear up my mind a bit, and smiled at my mom. 

Basma: laa, mama! 3adi! A9ln b6l3 m3 3lia.

Mom: w 3lia ha4i btkon l7alha? 

Basma: la2, omha w 5alt'a bykonon fe! 

Mom: aha, ok. La tt25ren mra! Mar7 anam ela lma trj3en. 

Basma: enshallah ya a7la om! A7bikk! 

I left the room, and gave my mom a kiss on her forehead. My smile was painted widely on my face, and I couldn't stop it no matter what. I've never felt this way before, and it scares and excites me at the same time. 

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I had a lot of fun with Alia, catching up with old friends is always a blast. Now, I was walking down the street to go back to the hotel. It was chilly, and a bit wet; a typical kind of weather for Paris. I had said my goodbyes to Alia, because even though we stayed at the same hotel it was getting a bit late and I knew mom was waiting for me. I thought that since I'm near the hotel I'd walk to it, instead of getting a taxi. I'm kind of regretting that choice right now because I'm so scared. 

"S'il vous plaît me de l'argent!" (Please give me money)

"Vous êstes si jolie!" (You're very beautiful)

A lot of drunk french men were slurring, and goosebumps appeared all over my limbs. I didn't think the hotel was that far from the cafè we were sitting in. I tried to walk faster, but my steps were too small to make me go any faster than I was. I was thinking of other ways to go to the hotel, because I was going to pass by a group of 5aleeji guys. That fact scared me more than anything, even though I felt a lot safer now that I know there some 5aleejis here other than the drunks.

"Basma!" 

I turned around at the mention of my name. Who was that? Deep down I knew it was him though. I couldn't go wrong; not with the shiver that ran down my spine every time I heard his voice.

Basma: uhhh.. hala!

Aziz: ana 3ziz, a5o 3lia. T4krteni?

Basma: ee, 3bdul3ziz. Akeed t4krtik. 

I was getting a bit uncomfortable since we were having this conversation so publicly, and in front of a group of 5aleeji guys who I am assuming are his friends. I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw Abdulaziz waving a hand in front of my face.

Basma: sorry! Esh kint tgol?

Aziz: agol leeh tmshen l7alik?

Basma: kint m3 3lia, bes lazm arj3 elhotel 3shan mama tnt9'rni w glt eno madam elhotel greb mala da3i a5i4 taxi w amshi a7sn bes 6l3 mrra y5wf fa mdri. Bes grbt al7in!

My heart did this thing where it stopped beating then started beating too fast when I heard his laugh. It was a deep, very muscular laugh and it set a thousand of butterflies free in my stomach. A blush tinted my cheeks when I realised he was laughing at me.

Basma: ana bmshii..

Aziz: NO! Basma, ent9'ri bw9lk. 

I blushed harder at his very fast reaction; I was very flattered to say the least. I shook my head at him, and turned on my heels. I think it's better if I leave now, so people won't get the wrong idea.

Aziz: Basma! E9bri, please. Mo lazm amshi m3k, wrak 3adi. Ahm shy 3ndi, enik to9alen elhotel besalama. 3shan glbi yt6mn.

I didn't think it was possible to blush any harder, but it was. I nodded weakly, because: A- I was scared sh*tless B- He was too cute for me to say no. During the walk he was very quiet that I almost forgot that he was behind me if it wasn't for his light breathing. In a strange way, his breathing pattern calmed me. I decided that I wasn't going to waste a perfectly great chance for me to get to know him because I was shy.

Basma: soo..

Aziz: yeah?

Basma: let's play a game?

I said with a weak smile. Worst conversation starter, ever! He laughed and my heart did that stupid stutter it did; I could barely focus on what was he saying or doing because a whole zoo was being set free in my stomach. I don't think this is a normal crush.

Aziz: ok! Yalla, wsh 3ndik l3ba?

Basma: hmm… 21 questions?

Aziz: 6yb! Bes ana abda.

Basma: okk!

Aziz: fe shy mmno3 as2al 3na?

Basma: ee! Wzni, w… 

I thought about it for a few seconds longer. 

Basma: w drajati! 

And then again, he laughes. 56ar eni amot mn war hlwld w his laugh.

Aziz: nbda basic questions 6yb, question number one favourite colour?

Basma: grey! 

Aziz: leh?

Basma: 3shana blws6 w 5air elomor aws6ha! 

I even winked for emphasis. What on earth was I doing?! Am I flirting with him? I felt like face palming myself but he'd think I'm a lunatic.

Aziz: yalla, basma dorik!  

Basma: question number one isssss…

I stretched out the S for suspense, and because I had no clue what to ask him. 

Basma: favourite hair colour?

He answered without second thought.

Aziz: black, not any black. No, dark black that looks like white or silver under the light.

I automatically turned a deep red from embarrassment, because he was looking my way all the time. 

Aziz: dori yalla, question number 2: favourite book and why?

Basma: tso2 tso2 tso2, so2aleen bWa7d?

Aziz: nop! So2al wa7d ha4a. 

I stuck out my tongue in annoyance at him, and he let out a small laugh. None the less, it made my heart do that stuttering dance it does. 

Aziz: entbhi, lw mdeteh mrra thanya bswi shy mar7 y3jbk.

And this time he gave me a wink, and my heart did a back flip. I looked at my nails to avoid being more embarrassed by him.

Basma: all the books I read are my favourite, because I take a little piece of every book with me whenever I finish it. 

He was quiet for a while after my answer, and I realised he was staring at me. I gave him a weak half smile, and my blush deepened. We reached the hotel in no time, and I was sad in a way. I actually wanted to stay with him for a little bit more, but I couldn't. I turned around to say bye, and saw that he was looking down at his shoes with his hand in his pockets. 

Basma: soo.. bye?

Aziz: bye! Text 3lia or something when you get inside the room. 

Basma: ok enshallah.

I gave him a small wave, and turned around to get into the hotel. 

Aziz: oh w Basma? 

Basma: ewa?

Aziz: bageli 19 so2al for next time. 

Then he winked, AGAIN! I'm starting to like the little back flips, and stutter dances my heart does whenever he's around. 

xo

When will you be mine?: Chapter0

NEW STORY! Ok, since I'm doing this you have to promise me enkm ma t7non about posting! Right now I'm traveling, so posting won't be regular. I promise I'll  post whenever I can and you guys have to be considerate since I have school& stuff!

I hope you like it.

Note:
This story is 100% true, it happened to someone very dear to me. This is dedicated for you. I have made a couple of detail changes so the characters in the story would not be revealed.

Enjoy!
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They say that the emotion that breaks your heart is sometimes the very one that can heal it. My name is Basma and I opened my heart enough to love without restraint. I am here to tell you my story and it all started that summer day in 2008 during the festival in Montreux..

"Psst! Lama, jals y6al3 wila la2?" I whispered to my friend, Lama. I tried to look as if I wasn't really paying attention to the model who was shamelessly staring at me. In an attempt to look like I don't care, I ran my fingers through my chopped off black waves.

Lama: i4a g9dk eljamel eli jals m3 a97aba bl6awla eli gdamna, then yes!

A mix of emotions ran through me; it's the 4th day in a row that I've caught him staring at me. I don't know how to feel about that, but my 16 year old body was going crazy with excitement. He was a very good looking guy, probably much older than I am but he was looking at me! I was a thousand miles away when I felt something cold being dropped on me, and my clothes getting soaked. I let out a scream and started chasing after my friend.

Basma: LAMA! Ya 7mara!

We started running around each other and after a while we got tired and sat on the ground. My breath was coming out in short and fast takes, and I was avoiding looking at my friend. I knew that if I looked back at her I would start laughing.

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I put the last item of clothing left on my bed in my bag. Today, we were leaving Montreux and heading to Paris. I usually would be excited about that, but I can't stop thinking about my stranger. It sounds weird, but I feel strangely connected to him. It's either that or my hormones are going crazy, because he's good-looking and I keep catching him stare at me.

Mama: Basma! La ttn7en ya mama. Yalla, 6yartna b3d shwy!
Basma: enshallah, mama.

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In the plane, I had to sit alone next to a girl my age while my parents sat next to each other. I was angry at first, and then I realised she looked familiar.

Basma: hi?
Girl: ahleen, Basma 9a7?!
Basma: ee urmm asfaa.. bes nset esmk!
Girl: ana 3lia elflani! Knt m3k blmdrsa bes n8lt.
Basma: 3lia elflani! Yrabi mrra mnzman 3nik. Keefik? W keef elmdrsa eljdeda?
Alia: el7amdelilah wallah! it's not bad, bes 8rrt arj3 llmdrsa 3shan ma erta7t fe ha4ek mrra.
Basma: oh!

And we spent a while catching up and talking about random things. A tall broad figure shadowed over us, and I looked up. My jaw dropped, what were the chances that he was on the same plane I was on? During my haziness I missed what 3lia was saying to him. So I turned back at her and gave her the 'do you know him?' look.

Alia: Basma, ha4a o5oy 3bdul3ziz. 3ziz, ha4i 9degti Basma.

That was when it all started..

xo